Gold You leftas ifwe never had a tomorrowSalutaryyour sunshinenow forever on holdAll that’s leftbehind ismy marrowSlowly witheringin thisvacuous coldMining throughdepths ofpetrified sorrow,Now this anguishis turningmy dust into gold. EntangleDesigns

Time In the loneness of pervasive tragedies, I seek shelter in the coat of your arms  Future brandishes its knife serrated with uncertainties, & we hold on to each other a little tighter in return Let’s spend each moment reliving our love’s memories For at least today, seems like we have all the time in... Continue Reading →

Like A Butterfly

Metamorphosis - By yours truly. ACT 1 “You weren't being serious and you didn't say it first!” “I was and I did…” “No, you said you love me like you love the roses and the butterflies and, the stars!” “So?” “So that means you love me like I'm some common thing… like a butterfly? Would... Continue Reading →


Sometimes you make me long for impossible things. Sometimes... I wish I were your poem, A free verse between your lips A rhyming villanelle of your finger tips A solemn ballad dipped in your lucent ink I wish I were your dance A teasing twist within your arms A rousing tension in your form A waltzing skip in... Continue Reading →

Once bitten

Willfully turned a corner around the doubts, finding taste of Elysium  under your odic shroud. Unaware that in latency there could exist parched wants, Perhaps spurred by a sapient guile... But may be not? Maybe it really was the promise of striking resemblance? Now caught is my essence in tempestuous renaissance. Fault is, of course, mine for I... Continue Reading →


Aren't we both fools, sifting for truth in rivers of fantasy? Wanting but never embracing, waiting but never forthcoming, lips stubbornly silent yet rhymes evermore proclaiming. As if denying what’s what would expedite respite from this pain. So I’ll weave a fib and if you’ll promise to believe my myth, to it I’ll affix another... Continue Reading →

Neptune Lover

Silent wishful sighs, Ever awake, I keep faith you'll be looking up tonight   Wrapped in blankets of isolation, Anticipation mounds with each rise of twilight, I’ll finally hold your telescopic blue gaze   Standing bare beneath are torrid vulnerabilities Under my Neptune's cold, nipping breast Joy is me for at last, I watch you... Continue Reading →

Intentional Mistakes

Photograph by Edward Eyer Wakeful nerves drum in syncopation with the mixtape of your thoughts. Long stopped working lucidity's threats of dire consequence that misery lies in waiting  if I keep up with this vexatious resolve. You're the reel that has come undone from its spool in my cassette. Maybe from having pressed rewind one too many times but darling, if... Continue Reading →

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